Olympic Cove 2-Breaker Zone

by Nicola Cameron

  He leaned up again, breathing hard. “Oh, you little brat. You’re going to get it for that.”

  Nick grinned at him. “Sorry, Maighstir,” he said, sounding utterly unrepentant.

  Liam looked up from mouthing Nick’s abs. “What did he do?”

  “Licked the roof of my mouth. Felt amazing.”

  “Huh. If he can still think about things like that, we’re not paying him nearly enough attention.” It was Liam’s turn to grin. “We’ll need to fix that, won’t we?”

  Smirking, Aidan slid down the bed and joined him in stroking, scratching, licking, biting, and kissing their way down Nick’s body. Cataloguing which places caused which sounds, what touches made him squirm, or writhe, or beg. The only place they didn’t touch was the one place their chuisle desperately wanted their hands.

  Aidan studied Nick’s engorged cock, the way it had flushed from pink to red to a deep, almost maroon shade, the veins standing out on it like branching arms of coral. It had already leaked a puddle of clear fluid over the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Aidan was tempted to lick it up, taste the delicious saltiness he’d savored that first night with Nick.

  But Liam wouldn’t like it. And he had to agree—Nick hadn’t earned that privilege. Yet.

  Slowly, the mers worked their way down each of Nick’s legs, testing each inch of skin for sensitivities. The back of his knees and the soles of his feet were particularly ticklish, and Aidan had to catch a flailing ankle before it kicked him off the bed.

  And then it was time to go back up. They urged their human’s legs wider, until he had a thigh slung over each of their outer shoulders. Nick’s cock pulsed, more pre-cum oozing from the plum-like head, and his balls rose in their furry sack. Every muscle in his groin and abdomen twitched, jumping from the sensation of being so open, so exposed. Aidan knew how vulnerable he felt right now, and just how exciting that was.

  Liam nuzzled the crease where thigh met body, then took a mouthful of Nick’s inner thigh and bit down, once. Nick screamed softly, groin thrusting towards the ceiling. Aidan licked the soft flesh on his side before selecting a spot and biting down, just hard enough to leave a perfect impression of his teeth in Nick’s flesh. His own cock throbbed, trapped between his body and the soft fabric of the coverlet. More than anything, he wanted to crawl over Nick’s body, slip his hands under the human’s balls, feel for that warm, tight iris between muscular cheeks and persuade it to accept a finger, and then more, and finally his cock.

  But there was no way Liam would allow that, not tonight. This was their chance to prove to Nick that he was safe with them. Willing his erection to stop aching, Aidan nuzzled Nick’s balls, one eye on Liam for instruction.

  The tall mer smiled as he pressed closer. Licking his palm, he wrapped it around Nick’s cock and started a languid, loose stroke that was guaranteed to keep their mate on the edge of orgasm without actually letting him tip over into it.

  He winked at Aidan, then dropped his voice into that low, commanding register that was so astoundingly sexy. “You didn’t seem too happy about having us as bodyguards, chuisle. Would you like to tell us why?”

  Aidan buried his face in Nick’s thigh to hide his smile. Liam could be utterly evil when he wanted to be.

  “Wha?” Nick lifted his head, eyes glazed over as he stared muzzily at them. “Bodyguards?”

  “Yes. You were going to object when Chiron told us to guard you.” Liam added a twist to his stroke that allowed him to rub his thumb across the sensitive patch of tissue right under the flaring head. “I want to know why.”

  Nick’s focus came back and he gulped, biting his lips hard enough to leave marks. “I don’t want bodyguards, L—Maighstir. I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.”

  “Oh, I’m sure of that, love. But I would feel better if at least one of us were with you when you left the cove, at least until we can resolve the issue with this Barnard person.” Liam sped up just the tiniest bit, and Aidan could see Nick gasping now as his balls tightened, heralding the onset of orgasm. “But if you don’t want us with you—”

  He slowed, loosening his grip until it was a loose fist around what had to be an aching shaft by now. Nick squirmed, trying to find traction against Liam’s hand, but with his legs over their shoulders he had no leverage.

  “Fuck. Please, Maighstir.”

  Liam glanced at Aidan, then at Nick’s balls. Aidan took the hint and started licking them, keeping his strokes maddeningly light. The string of curses that burst out of Nick’s mouth was impressive.

  “Chuisle, it’s for your own safety,” Liam said encouragingly. “Not only are you important to us, you’re important to your friend Ian, and it looks like Gaia has plans for you. Let us be your bodyguards.”

  Aidan took one ball in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. For added torture, he started humming.

  “Oh, fuck,” Nick said, the words long, drawn out, and totally breathless. “Okay, okay, you can be my bodyguards, please stop teasing me, Maighstir, please, I’m begging you, let me come.”

  “All right, boy. Come for us. Now.” Liam tightened his grip, stroking Nick’s shaft firmly once, then again. Aidan felt the fine muscular convulsions under his tongue as Nick groaned and came hard, thick pearly fluid spattering in a low trajectory across his stomach.

  Liam smiled, milking the last of the semen out, before rubbing it into Nick’s skin and treasure trail. “See? Wasn’t that easy, chuisle?”

  Nick made an indefinable noise that was halfway between a growl and a sigh. Content, Aidan gave the downy sack a last lick and grinned up at their human. “There’s a reason why he’s going to be an Elder, baby. He can be damn persuasive when he wants to be.”

  “So I noticed,” Nick mumbled.

  Chapter Ten

  Nick lazily surfaced out of a pleasant dream where he was sitting on the beach and sipping a beer while Liam and Aidan chased a naked, bleeding Barnard up and down the sand with tridents.

  He stretched, and felt two warm bodies bracketing his own. Speak of the devil. Smiling, he settled back into his pillow. The pair had shown amazing delicacy in their impromptu scene last night, skillfully avoiding the trauma caused by Barnard and giving him a mind-blowing orgasm to boot. He hadn’t gone into subspace, true, but he felt the soft promise of it under his new Doms’ hands.

  My new Doms? It was easy enough to think of them that way, now. Definitely his new bodyguards, thanks to Liam’s wicked method of persuasion. Part of that still rankled his pride a bit, but in the light of morning he had to admit that if Barnard was willing to bring his hired muscle down to Florida in an attempt to “persuade” him back to Chicago, having some backup of his own made sense.

  On his right, Liam stirred, then opened those gorgeous eyes and blinked sleepily at him. “Morning,” he said throatily. “How did you sleep?”

  “Like a log,” Nick admitted. When Liam spread one arm invitingly, he rolled against the tall mer’s body, snuggling into him. “I didn’t think there was any way I’d be able to sleep last night. But you two got me to relax. Thank you for that.”

  Liam tipped his chin up, giving him a soft kiss. “Thank you for trusting us, Nick. I promise you, it’s an honor neither of us will ever take lightly.”

  Another kiss, and then another one, deeper this time. Nick felt a stirring between his thighs, and the growing hardness pressing against the crease of his hip indicated that Liam felt the same way.

  He tore himself away from those perfect lips, gasping a bit. “Liam, please.”

  Understanding, the tall mer rolled him onto his back, sliding over him and spreading his legs until their erections slotted against each other. Liam started a slow, delicious roll of his hips, bending low enough to kiss Nick senseless while they rubbed languidly against each other.

  “Hey, no fair starting without me.”

  They both looked over at a sleepy Aidan. The green-eyed mer had kicked off the covers, and the morning sunlight bathed his nude
, muscled body in a soft glow. His erection was a cheerful diagonal across his lower belly, and already there were clear drops of pre-cum forming at the head.

  Nick’s mouth watered at the sight. “No one’s stopping you, gorgeous. Get over here and I’ll suck you.”

  Aidan smirked at him. “Nuh-uh,” he said, lazily stroking himself. “Ask that big bad mer on top of you first.”

  Shamelessly, Nick batted his eyelashes up at Liam. “Please?”

  The tall mer laughed. “Get over here, you idiot.”

  Aidan scrambled onto his knees, cock bobbing in front of him as he positioned himself next to Nick’s head. “How do we want to do this?”

  “Well, I’m not moving,” Liam said, rocking his hips against Nick and sending a hot burst of pleasure arrowing through his groin.

  After some experimentation, Aidan wound up straddling Nick, knees bracketing his shoulders. It brought the mer’s groin into licking distance, and after adjusting his pillow to support his neck properly Nick got to work. He ran his tongue around the plump, slick head, teasing the corona with the tip of his tongue and relishing the musky, salty taste of the mer. Sucking the head into his mouth, he continued running his tongue around and over it while increasing the suction. He wrapped his left hand around the thick base, straining to push his mouth down the shaft and meet his own fingers.

  Over him, Aidan closed luminous eyes and moaned long and loud. “How do you make that feel so damn good, baby?”

  Nick hummed around the thick flesh in his mouth, and was rewarded with an even louder moan. “Keep that up and I’m gonna make you do this every morning,” Aidan said, already breathing hard.

  “Sounds like a good idea to me,” Nick heard Liam say. He rolled his hips again, making Nick groan. “How does that sound to you, love? Starting every morning off by sucking us off? And maybe a spanking for good measure, just to keep you in line?”

  Nick moaned and sucked harder, stroking Aidan with a firm, squeezing grip.

  “Fuck, Li. You keep saying things like that to him and I’m gonna come,” the green-eyed mer ground out.

  Liam paused, then his weight lifted off Nick. Nick let Aidan’s cock slide out of his mouth, twisting his head to peer around Aidan at the other mer. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

  The big mer’s lips pursed. “Because I just realized if the three of us come together, we’ll be mated.”

  Aidan glared over his shoulder at Liam. “Godsdamn it, isn’t that what we wanted?”

  “You and I do, yes. But Nick hasn’t said yet if he wants to be mated to us.” There was hesitation in those jeweled eyes. “We can stop this now, chuisle, and you can finish with Aidan, then I’ll make love to you afterwards. That won’t be enough to trigger the mating marks.”

  Nick licked his lips, trying to think. “You’d do that for me?”

  “Of course.” Liam glared at Aidan when the other mer growled softly. “It isn’t a true mating if he’s forced into it, chuisle.”

  “I know, dammit.” And now Aidan gave him the same regretful look. “I want you to stay with us forever, baby, but it’s up to you. We can wait as long as it takes until you’re ready. And if that’s never, well, that’s okay, too.”

  Nick stared at the two gorgeous men hovering over him, remembering how they’d stood up to Barnard’s bodyguards, ready and willing to fight for him to the death. They’d waited so long for this, and were still willing to put it off until he was ready.

  Now he understood what they’d meant when they said he made them feel complete. He could feel those same gaps in his soul filling in with warmth and joy. The last longings for Chicago faded away. This was home, right here with Aidan and Liam.

  He reached up, grasping their hands. “I don’t want you to stop, either of you.”

  Liam opened his mouth, and Nick cut him off. “No, Li. I know you want me to be sure, but I’ve been thinking about this. I want to be with you, both of you.”

  Liam gave him the most blinding smile he’d ever seen. “And we want to be with you, chuisle, more than anything.”

  “We do,” Aidan echoed, green eyes shining with unshed tears.

  He glanced at Liam, then Aidan. “Okay, then. Make me your mate.”

  Laughing, the mers pounced on him. Nick shifted onto his side and started sucking Aidan again, greedily swallowing the pre-cum flooding his mouth and trying to bring the mer back up to the edge of orgasm. Liam knelt between his legs scissor fashion, grabbing both their cocks in one large hand and stroking them together.

  Aidan finally bucked, shouting his name. Thick, warm liquid flooded Nick’s mouth, and he swallowed again and again, marveling at the salt-savory taste. He ground against Liam, moaning around Aidan’s shaft as pleasure erupted through him and he started coming, coating Liam’s hand with creamy stickiness. Liam growled, hazel eyes wide and glowing as he kept rubbing their shafts together, before his back arched and he added his own load to the slick mess.

  Panting, Nick grinned as he let Aidan slide out of his mouth. He licked his lips for any stray drops, looking up at an equally breathless mer. “By the way, did I say good morning?”

  “I think you did, baby.” Aidan leaned down, kissing him deeply, then over to kiss Liam. “Love you. I’m so glad you’re ours.”

  “So am I, gorgeous.” He eased up onto his elbows, wincing a bit at the crick in his neck. “Hey, do we have time for a swim before Sparkles gets here and starts bossing me around? I don’t know why, but I really want to be in the water right now.”

  “You’re picking up on us, love.” Liam squinted at the sunlight streaming through the window. “If we go now, we can get in a swim and have breakfast afterwards.” He slid off Nick, rolling into a seated position on the edge of the mattress.

  “Wait!”

  The tall mer paused. “What?”

  Nick sat up, staring at Liam’s back. Between his shoulder blades was a stylized tattoo of two mermen facing a familiar rod, as if guarding it. “Your back.”

  Liam strained to look over his shoulder. “Can’t see it. Aidan, show me.”

  A stunned-looking Aidan turned, exposing his back to them. He carried the same mark in the exact same place, skin that Nick knew had been uninked the night before. “Is it…” he said, his voice choked.

  “It is. It really is.” Tears filled Liam’s eyes, even as the mer laughed. “Oh, gods. We’re mated. The Fates blessed us.”

  Mated. Nick remembered Ian’s tattoo, and the explanation about mating marks as signs of approval from the Fates. “Do I have one, too?”

  Liam wiped water from his eyes, still grinning blissfully. “Of course you do. Turn over.”

  Nick flipped over onto his stomach, feeling the mers’ fingertips trace something in the middle of his back. “Oh, that’s just gorgeous,” Aidan said, kissing his shoulder.

  Liam silently urged Nick to roll back over again. “Are you sure this is all right with you, chuisle?” the mer said.

  Nick reached up, cupping the mer’s face. “Li, don’t. Yes, this is all happening fast, but sometimes that’s just the way things work out.” He took a deep breath, sorting through his emotions. “I’m happy with the two of you. This feels right to me, if that makes sense. Everything’s going to work out just fine, okay? Don’t over-think it.”

  “Yeah, like that’s going to happen any time soon,” Aidan said, chuckling.

  Nick grinned. “Are you going to let him talk to you like that?”

  “Oh, trust me, he’ll get his later on,” Liam growled happily. “But right now, I think you’re going to get yours.”

  His Doms—his mates—tackled him, laughing and kissing him with delighted ferocity. He responded with joy, sending up a thank you to whatever gods were listening that something had finally gone right in his life.

  ****

  After a far too brief swim, where Nick found out being sandwiched between two mers and kissed senseless was even better than his dream had suggested, the three of them went back in for br
eakfast before Chiron’s arrival. They were in mid-meal when Liam got an odd look on his face. Rising, he went to the kitchen window that overlooked the beach.

  “Oh, no,” he muttered.

  Nick swallowed a mouthful of toast. “What?”

  “We’re about to have visitors.” Liam winced. “Chiron must have contacted her. I was afraid of this.”

  Aidan joined the other mer at the window. He scowled at whatever he saw. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  Worried now, Nick stood up and went to the window. Just offshore he could see three bodies rising out of the water. “Friends of yours?”

  “Not really,” Aidan said flatly.

  “Aid,” Liam chided him, before turning to Nick. “I was hoping we’d be able to put this off a little longer, but she tends to be very forceful when it comes to me.”

  “She?” Nick could now see that the middle figure was a woman wearing a sarong-style dress made out of what looked like a finely woven fishing net. It hid absolutely nothing, and made it very clear that their visitor was built like a fitness model. Greying blonde hair was held back from her face with an elaborate braid, and she wore a more elaborate version of Liam and Aidan’s thong neckbands. “Who’s that?”

  Liam sighed. “My mother.”

  “That’s your mother?”

  “Unfortunately,” Aidan grumbled. “Looks like she came with reinforcements, too.”

  Two males flanked Liam’s mother, both of them carrying tridents. One wore a mer’s thong neckband and more of that netting material casually looped around his waist. The other, a strongly built brunet with piercing dark eyes, wore lightweight armor embossed in a shell pattern on his shoulders and arms, and an abbreviated helmet that was comprised of a headband, noseguard, and a rigid mesh over the crown. While the merman’s trident was silver, his was a flat black.

  Liam reached over, squeezing Nick’s shoulder. “The one in the armor is Commander Kasos, one of the triton leaders,” he said. “If he’s here with my mother, this isn’t a social call. We better get this over with.”